In the morning
when I wake
you’re there and framed
and so I take
the time to miss you
in that moment
it can't be saved up
and it can't be lent
and it can't be put off
and it can't be misspent
and we sure can’t take it with us
and then I wipe the dust from your face
and then I put you back in your place
and then I type to fill the space
so you won’t be gone without a trace
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